Gu Xiao raised his hand, holding a white handkerchief with some startling red on it, like the petal of a bright red flower.
It was the one he had used to wipe the blood after biting her ear.
It should have been thrown directly into the trash bin.
He frowned and tossed it aside.
He had tormented her these past days, perhaps she should just roll out of his life, as her presence annoyed him; it would be better to let her go.
One week of tormenting her was revenge enough, now he could let her gracefully roll out of his existence.
Lest the sight of her stirred improper thoughts in him.
Passion clouding wisdom, like a tyrant obsessed only with the vices of wine, women, and wealth.
The ever-investigative Modong would be shocked to know that Gu Xiao, after all this bluster, could let go so easily.
What happened to being ruthless and relentless?
Since when were you so magnanimous and tolerant?
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